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Jul 2017
I've started to think
That the answers are
At the end of the bottle-
The end of the box of tissues-
The end of your lingering kiss-
But because there are no ends
There will never be any answers,
Except maybe at the end of my pen's ink.
Lauramihaela
Written by
Lauramihaela  Cape Town, South Africa
(Cape Town, South Africa)   
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